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I caught a coon in the feed room at the barn last night so today I took my year old dog over to let him "play" with it. We done the whole spill and I let him chew on it for a while and picked up the coon and was shaking it at him and when he jumped for it I slung it around my leg. Well you guessed it. He missed the dead coon and got my thigh. He knew that he didn't have the coon and let go almost instantly. I said "hey! that's my leg!". He actually coward down so I knew he didn't mean to bite me. I played with him alittle more and put him up. When I got in the house I took my pants off and have a HUGE bruise and two nice K-9 blood bruises. Damn it's sore now. Just one more dumb ass moment to add to my list.

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Years ago I was dragging a bobcat backwards, holding him by his little stub tail. I had 4 or 5 pups that were keeping him busy barking in his face. All of a sudden, just like pups, they all quit at the same time, giving Mr short tail nothing to worry about but me. I offered my boot, and for several years I wore a boot with the leather split open down the steel toe, and a pierced front sole. Things could have gone a lot worse in a hurry.

Back when I was getting started I went coon hunting with a guy that had some older dogs. these were the meanest hounds I had ever been around, their eyes looked red and their barks were gruff and rumbling growls filled the back of the truck all the way down the road. the guy was pretty rough himself, I think his hounds were just like him. we let out and caught a coon in a culvert. the one dog went in and grabbed it and brought it out on his face and then shredded it. then all the dogs got in a huge fight! this dude was right in the middle of them and pulled out a rotten cedar post and started whackin. we went to put the dogs back in the truck. we put the dog that caught the coon in first and as the guy was walking past the hole in the dogbox with the other dog to put him in the other side,the one in the box grabbed him by the calf! the dog had his head out the little hole and was trying to take the guys leg in for a snack. I was almost rolling on the ground laughing until I looked up and seen him glairing at me. when he finally got released and we talked him out of crawling in the dogbox and biting that dog back we decided to look at his leg. it was gnarly!! and to top it off one of his timid pups was just running around by the truck and for no reason jumped up and bit his hand. I have never been back with that guy and he has since got out of houndn, but I laugh every time I think about that night.

I had a buddy in Oregon that was driving down the road and saw a coon. He jumped out and caught it but didnt have anythng to put it in. He was driving his wifes car. Not knowing what else to do with it he put it in the trunk. He made about 20 miles when the lights on his car went out. Coon had chewed through a bunch of wiring in the trunk trying to get out. Cost him over $500 to get it fixed. Plus all the kissing up he had to do to his wife.

I am new to hounds and last summer I aquired a coon in a "wire box". I was told not to just turn it loose with my dogs right there so I opened the door and pulled back 50 yds or so. I thought it would run off and I would let the dogs trail it ha ha. The coon got on top of the "box" looked around and ran strait for me. I kept thinking it would turn but when it got about 10 ft away I decided it wasnt going to turn. By the time I got the dogs loosed and jumped to the side it was half way up my leg. The coon made it to my shoulder when the dogs jumped up and grabbed him. He never bit me I was just the tallest thing around he could see to climb. I do dumb stuff all the time so it didnt shake me up to bad. ha ha
But I have been learning alot and got 6 lions in trees last winter. No kills but some good pics. Thanks to all for the info put on here. This site is the only thing that keeps me from going crazyer till next november.

When I was younger I had some pups and I worked them on a caged coon and when I got done I just slide the cage inside the door at the basement. The next morning I got up and went down stairs and walked passed the cage and out the door. I stood there a second and walked back inside to an empty cage. OH SHIT!!!! is all I could say. Mom and dad were coming home from vacation any minute and I had to get this coon out of moms basement. I could have been anywhere in the clutter mom had collected for years so I called my buddy to bring his old dog over so we could get the coon caught and everything squared away. I didn't have any grown dogs at the time. Well he got there and that dog went straight to the crawl space opening to the new addition of the house and went to treeing. We picked up the dog and put her in and she started blowing the top out. I crawled in the hole and under the floor joyces and found the coon in the corner as far down in the 3 rows of blocks it could get. I put on a welding glove and tried to pull it out and after it bit threw twice I desided to give that up. I yelled for my buddy to come get his dog and bring a hammer with him. He took his dog out and I went to busting blocks. I made it down two blocks poked the coon with the hammer and he came unglued. He came out and I just covered my head. He ran down my back and straight out the hole hitting my buddy in the face cause he just looked in to see why I stopped hammering. The coon ran out into the other floor joyces and sat there. I crawled out of the hole and blocked it off and made a loop out of some wire and ran it threw a piece of pipe. I grabbed that coon and threw it back in the cage. We started laughing and I said "damn that was close I bet mom and dad are almost home". That's when dad said "I been home for 20 minutes now". I didn't know it but, he had been watching the whole thing. We all had a good laugh and I had to pay for concrete and fix the blocks I busted out. That was a real job too.

Hunter wrote:When I was younger I had some pups and I worked them on a caged coon and when I got done I just slide the cage inside the door at the basement. The next morning I got up and went down stairs and walked passed the cage and out the door. I stood there a second and walked back inside to an empty cage. OH SHIT!!!! is all I could say. Mom and dad were coming home from vacation any minute and I had to get this coon out of moms basement. I could have been anywhere in the clutter mom had collected for years so I called my buddy to bring his old dog over so we could get the coon caught and everything squared away. I didn't have any grown dogs at the time. Well he got there and that dog went straight to the crawl space opening to the new addition of the house and went to treeing. We picked up the dog and put her in and she started blowing the top out. I crawled in the hole and under the floor joyces and found the coon in the corner as far down in the 3 rows of blocks it could get. I put on a welding glove and tried to pull it out and after it bit threw twice I desided to give that up. I yelled for my buddy to come get his dog and bring a hammer with him. He took his dog out and I went to busting blocks. I made it down two blocks poked the coon with the hammer and he came unglued. He came out and I just covered my head. He ran down my back and straight out the hole hitting my buddy in the face cause he just looked in to see why I stopped hammering. The coon ran out into the other floor joyces and sat there. I crawled out of the hole and blocked it off and made a loop out of some wire and ran it threw a piece of pipe. I grabbed that coon and threw it back in the cage. We started laughing and I said "damn that was close I bet mom and dad are almost home". That's when dad said "I been home for 20 minutes now". I didn't know it but, he had been watching the whole thing. We all had a good laugh and I had to pay for concrete and fix the blocks I busted out. That was a real job too.

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha thts freaking great!!!!i cant stop laughin

Took a 12 yr. old kid out for his 1st taste of coon hunting one night. We had a coon in a live trap that we turned loose for some young dogs. Well, naturally the coon ran about 10 feet and went up a small sappling. I bent the sappling over and pulled the coon out...he balled up and went up my arm...I flung him over my shoulder right onto my buddies shoulder who was standing behind me firing up a cigarette...I saw fire flying off of his cig. and he flung the coon over his shoulder...square onto the head of the 12 yr. old kid! All we heard was " oh no...oh no.." The kid left ot of there like his pants were on fire with the coon hangin on for all he was worth. Somehow the coon bailed off after about 30-40 yds and the kid was totally unharmed. One of the best laughs I had for long time!

Papa.. I can imagine that happening.